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Notes from Norfolk

A night of milder air and all the snow is gone.

Sun oozes through the gently warming grey;

The fields return to green

Beneath the sway of stripped out branches;

Now we must believe that winter's done.

......

A blackbird calls above Our Lady's shrine

While workmen plant the beds anew

For the Lenten pilgrims who

Will seek for resurrection in spring time.

The rosary's intoned and prayers are said

Candles lit and offerings made

To Our Lady, who has paved

The path we follow, where her son has led.

Silent lanes wind across the fens

.....

Brian Hick February 2012

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